Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

the disgust creep across my face.
    "You’re beautiful. You deserved so much better than you got in life." He sounded sincere. Of course he also sounded like I had one foot in the grave, no doubt because I was thirty-six. I was nearly retirement age, apparently. My eyes wandered the house briefly , terrified someone was watching us .
    "How long have you been watching me?" I asked, starting to feel a bit weird.
    He shrugged, "A while. We weren’t watching you though. We were watching him."
    "Did you watch my kids in the bathroom and shit?"
    He looked horrified, "What? That’s disgusting. What's wrong with you? No. No one watched the kids at all. Bathrooms and bedrooms had listening devices only. We aren’t perverts."
    I put my hands on my hips, "I want whatever shit is still here, out of this house. No more bugs and cameras." I knew I had found most of them, but I didn’t want to chance that I might have missed some.
    He closed his eyes and sighed, "You are so aggravating. I'm not even having this conversation." He turned and walked away.
    I glanced at the clock and took a breath. "It's time to go," I said.
    He came back in, "Do you know who the fat man is? He's a brother to an arms dealer in Havana. Dangerous family."
    I shoot him a look, "You went thorough my purse?"
    He shrugged, "You didn’t give it to me and I needed to see it, and you were in the shower. You took forever in there."
    I shoved him but he grabbed my hands and dragged me into the broom closet beside him. In the dark he cupped my cheeks, pressing his face against mine. His lips were softer than I had imagined they would be. His hands left my cheeks and grabbed at me, pulling me into him. I didn’t fight it. It was the best kiss I'd ever had. I let him wrap around me, cupping my ass. Our lips glided against each other, from the gloss that lubed our kiss.
    He sucked my lip in and nibbled it. I moaned into the kiss, as it got deeper. His tongue slipped against mine, caressing it. I sucked it, rubbing my body against his. My hands clawed at his chest like a real cougar would. I stopped kissing and listened to my screaming brain. One half was chanting cougar and the other half was already taking my blouse off.
    I stepped back and pressed my back against the door. I felt around in the dark for the knob. I caught my breath, “Are you insane? You’ve insulted me like eight different ways since we met.”
    "You need to be prepared for something like this.” He took a step closer, “Evie, we need to talk about the things that might happen," he whispered.
    I shook my head, "Oh…uhm…no." I opened the door and turned running up the stairs.
    "Evie, wait." He ran after me, but I slammed the bedroom door, locking it and running to bathroom. I closed the door and locked it. He was in the bedroom and banging on the bathroom door, by the time I turned the bathroom lock.
    "We need to talk, not here," he spoke softly into the crack between the frame and door. Clearly all the listening devices were not gone. That wasn’t even counting the ones Servario might have in the house.
    I looked at my smeared makeup and sighed. I glanced back at the door vibrating from his pounding on it and shook my head, "No. That was wrong on a whole variety of levels. Firstly, I'm apparently a million years older than you. Secondly, you called me a cougar. Thirdly, my husband might have died two months ago, or he might have just run off with his mistress. Either way, he has abandoned me. Lastly, his funeral was today, as was the first meeting with a man who is blackmailing me to murder someone." My hands were waving about like a maniac. I wiped my face clean and started reapplying the makeup.
    "Evie, we need to talk about things for the mission." He sounded sweet. I wanted to open the door.
    I looked at the blush covering my entire face, and the clock that said quarter past nine, and sighed, "I don’t want to talk about this. I'm emotional and this is wrong. I need to get Vegas over with." I knew I was rebounding on him from the rejection of my entire marriage being a lie and my being a moronic idiot, who was attracted to an arms dealer. Coop was the safer bet of the two men. And I was not even touching on the fact, I was about to become a spy and a murderer, or that my family was being flown to safety.
    I ran the brush through my hair again and looked at the finished product. I was respectable again.
    I readjusted my boobs, ‘cause they were not nineteen anymore either. At